Truth And Movement
Diorama
Mechanical regret
With automatic tears
Mutiny had never seemed so pointless
I haven't slept for ages
A coma in transparent trance
With all my narcissistic little helpers
If not with you
How can I find the ocean floor?
If not for you
What do I need this body for?
I'm lost in you
Distraught with pain and wait for more
Hit me, hit me well
Cut me, cut me well
Hate me - give me more
Hate me - give me more
Protect me in your ties
The wall around a sin
Obscenity resolved in purest torture
Truth and movement, truth and movement
The ghost of innocence
Consume me with unspeakable desire
If not with you
How can I find the ocean floor?
If not for you
What do I need this body for?
I'm lost in you
Distraught with pain and wait for more
Hit me, hit me well
Cut me, cut me well
With the second drop the flood begins
With the second drop the flood begins
With the second drop (hate me, give me more) the flood begins
With the second drop (hate me, give me more) the flood begins